Sunday August 4th, 2013

The exercise:

Write something that has to do with: breathing.

Because lately remembering to breathe has been a challenge.

Max is currently sleeping peacefully at home with us. Can't ask for much more than that.

Well, I mean, I could. I very, very easily could.

But I'm trying to be grateful for what I have.

Mine:

Somewhere
A forgotten breath
Is held tight,
Someone
Marooned and consumed
By some fright.

Gently
A hand reaches out
In the dawn,
Firmly
Finding, reminding
Life goes on.